Authors Note: Hey guys! Sooooooo sorry about not updating on time but the chapter got deleted just after I finished it and I had to rewrite it. Plus, I've had so many assignments and test this week. Really sorry. But enjoy this chapter kay. Love you all.
Next Update: Saturday, October 6th, 2012
Lose Yourself
Chapter 4: Ugh Friday
Don't tell me who I should be
And don't try to tell me what's right for me
Don't tell me what I should do
I don't wanna waste my time
I'll watch you fade away
~ Simple Plan, Shut Up
[BPOV]
"Fuck Fridays," I mumbled and glared at my Harry Potter alarm clock through bleary eyes.
I fucking hate Friday mornings. Shittiest mornings of the week. Well except for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday mornings. Friday mornings are teases. Teasing you with mere hours till you can start your weekend and relax. Horrid temptations. Someone punch Friday mornings in the face. If they have faces. I don't think they do. Well that sucks. Plan b, I guess.
I dragged myself out of my warm and inviting bed and to the kitchen. Where my coffee was waiting. My savior. My white light.
It was only after two cups of coffee and a long shower that I as finally awake and presentable. I wouldn't want to scare my students off now would I? But that would mean I could go home and sleep. Not a bad idea. Too bad I've already cleaned up my look. Well a nap would fix that…shut up Bella. Go to work and teach those nerds.
I taught English literature at NYU to sleepy little nerds and ugly pervs who would stop staring down my shirt. Like hello. Do what you're here for. Learn and get the fuck out of my classroom. Gosh. I hate the world. Yup. I do.
As I was heading to the door of my apartment the phone rang. I groaned and walked back to the blaring phone. So much work.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I grumbled into the phone. I didn't care if I was being rude. I hated being late.
"Good morning to you too miss sunshine." Angela giggled.
"Hey Ang. What do you want? I'm going to be late. Again," I pointed out.
"You can't be late to a shift you don't even have."
"What the fuck Ang. I'm not in the mood for riddles. Cut the bullshit," I snapped. Angela knew how I was in the mornings and she was used to it.
"I called in sick for you so you don't have work today," she sang. "Girls day out baby! Whooo!"
Fuck my life and Fridays.
Hours later I was sitting in a spa getting pampered and treated like a princess. I wasn't as pissed as before but if the girl who was doing my nail didn't stop shoving her perky tits in my face every other minute I was going to kill someone.
Angela was finding me absolutely amusing today. Like what the fuck am I? America's Funniest Home Videos? Har har.
"Are you excited?" she asked with anxious fluttering eyes.
"About what?" I asked slowly with a shrug. What she on crack or something?
"Meeting Rosalie," she said as if it were the most obvious thing ever.
"Oh yeah. Her. Sure. I guess."
"You're not excited to meet your sister-in-law?"
"Future sister-in-law?" I corrected her.
"This is Emmett we're talking about. He's probably already consummated the marriage, went on like three honeymoons, and she's probably pregnant," Angela snorted.
"Damn. You think she's knocked up?" I wondered. It was a possibility.
"I'm joking Bella. Gosh. What is with you today? I'm pretty sure she's a sweet girl and I really don't think she's knocked up. The media would have a field day. Charles Swan's Only Son Gets Married Out of Wedlock."
"You're right. Sorry."
"Why aren't you excited? I know I am. You're so lucky you get to meet her tomorrow night. I have to wait till the wedding." Angela pouted and I laughed.
"You could always come over just before dinner and pretend you had no idea. I'll even pretend to invite you to dinner so you can stare at her all night from across the table."
"Not a bad idea Swan. I like the way you think. Now tell me," she demanded in a serious tone but her eyes were full of mirth.
"I don't know. Well I do but it's hard to explain. I mean…she's Emmett's fiancé. Of course she's going to be drop dead gorgeous with a killer body. What's she going to think of me? I'm just plain old Bella. I'm not even pretty. It'll be so embarrassing and she'll probably be a bitch. Ugh," I explained with a moan.
"Don't be silly Bella. Emmett would never date a girl like that. He doesn't do shallow girls and you're beautiful."
I ignored her compliment and pointed out, "All his previous girlfriends were shallow blonde bitches."
"You're just over-reacting," she assured me with an eye-roll and that wasn't very reassuring at all.
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not and I can do this all day you know."
"I know so shut up and let me talk."
I stuck my tongue out and her and she reciprocated. "I have something absolutely awesome planned for tonight. It'll just be the perfect way to calm you down."
"No way Angela. Your plans are dangerous."
'Suck it up Swan."
"Nooooo," I moaned.
"Grow a pair."
"Make me."
"Do you really want me to come over there and pull your vagina here and there till it resembles a set of balls?"
"Just try bitch. I know kung fu and many other dangerous words."
"Wanna hear another dangerous word?"
"Sure."
"Stilettos."
Fuck. My. Life. Again. And. Again.
And that's how I found myself stuffed into a slutty dress showing way too much cleavage and not covering enough of my legs and standing outside a prestigious club. There was a crowd tonight and it was a VIP only club so clearly that meant the owner was really desperate to get customers. I mean VIP means only a few selected people and not everyone in the fucking phone book.
"You know we still have time. We could always jump into the taxi and drive away," I suggested. Yeah. I was desperate. Sue me.
"Come on Bella. Don't be so negative. What the hell had been wedged up your ass since the sun came out?"
I sighed and followed her as the line moved and suddenly it was our turn. The bouncer was muscly and chiseled. Really cute.
"ID," he grunted, his eyes on Angela. Though she was too busy staring at him to hear. I elbowed her and she jerked around to glare at me with a hiss. Composing herself she turned back to him and reached into her purse. I followed suit. Once he was checked out IDs over he smiled. "Welcome to Transcendence. I hope you have a great time."
Angela blushed and whispered, "Thanks uh…."
"Ben," he offered and she blushed deeper.
"Thanks Ben. I'm Angela," she said and smiled sweetly.
"I'm Bella if anyone wants to know," I added and they both turned to look at me with embarrassment. "And I don't want to be here."
"Grow up Bella," Angela muttered.
Ben grinned. "Don't worry Bella. You're going to love it here. Great atmosphere. Great people."
I nodded reluctantly and Angela spoke up," It was nice to meet you Ben."
"You too Angela. Have a great night and I hope I get to see you before you leave."
With a quick wave to Ben, I ushered a flustered Angela into the club.
"Calm your tits Angela. You were seconds away from jumping him," I scolded her through giggles.
Angela blushed and shook her head with a grin.
"He was so pretty," she gasped.
I raised an eyebrow at her.
"Oh so you can think guys are pretty and I can't?" she accused with a grin. I just rolled my eyes and looked away from my infatuated and desperate friend.
Okay, so I had to admit one thing. This club was really something. It was huge and slightly dark which set the tone for a soothing and intense, yeah both, atmosphere. There was a roped off and guarded VIP staircase that led to the floors above. It gave the club a look of lavishness. The dance floor was pretty big and everyone on it seemed to be having the time of their lives.
We found a table near the corner and away from the rush of the dance floor. A waitress came by and left us two glasses of complimentary champagne. How did they know it was our first time? Weird.
"It seems nice," I admitted, casting my eyes around and taking small sips of my champagne.
"I told you so. See Bella. You gotta give the world a chance," she said warmly. "Isn't this…."
"Excuse me ladies."
We turned to look up at a tall blonde grinning down at us. He was cute but really nothing more. He turned to Angela and said, "Would you like to join me on the dance floor?"
Angela blushed and glanced at me. I smiled and nodded in encouragement. She gulped down the rest of her champagne and got up.
"I'd love to," she said and gave him a swift grin.
I smiled at the two as they walked away. It was nice to see Angela letting loose. She usually never danced with other guys at clubs, preferring to stay and chat with me at our table. This was a great improvement.
"Damn that's a heartbreaking sight to see."
I looked up at the honey coated, masculine voice and found myself staring into the ocean blue eyes of a tall, lanky blond with honey highlights. He smiled charmingly and gestured to Angela's empty seat across from me. I nodded with only the slightest hesitance. With a large grin he took the seat and I smiled at him.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing here sitting all alone?" he questioned with a soft chuckle.
"I'm actually here with my friend," I confessed and jerked my chin towards the dance floor. His eyes glanced at the dance floor for the briefest of moments before coming back to rest on her.
"She left you here for another guy," he confirmed lightly in that hot Texan accent of his.
"It's not like that," I frowned and defended Angela. "She never goes off with guys like this. She deserves to relax."
He nodded and took a sip from his glass of whatever he was drinking.
"So do you."
I smiled shyly and looked down at my champagne.
"Japser," he said suddenly.
I looked back up at him curiously.
"Jasper?" I wondered what he meant.
"My name," he clarified. "My name's Jasper."
"Bella."
"Ah. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
I grinned. It was nice to be called pretty by a hot guy every once in a while.
"You wanna dance?" he asked and jerked his chin towards the dance floor like I had done a few minutes ago.
"Nuh uh."
"Why not? C'mon it'll be fun."
"Nope. Dancing and me don't mix. I have two left feet," I told him with a warning clear in my words.
"Well since you don't dance," he said slowly, peeking up at me through his eye lashes. "We could always find another way to entertain ourselves."
His intention was clear in his voice. He wanted to fuck. The whole dancing thing was just a ruse to get into my panties. Great. With the way this was going, I was going to end up alone with fifty cats.
"Um Jasper," I started but I was cut off by his phone. He smiled apologetically before raising it to his ear.
"Hey Eddie," he greeted. "Don't tell me your still holed up in your office. C'mon down man. Loads of girls here. A great selection to choose from. I know I already found my poison." As he said this he winked at me.
I smiled back tentatively but honestly the way he talked about girls irritated me. He sounded like a real big manwhore. Treating women like whores.
Then he sighed and said, "Alright man. I'll be there in a few. Kay."
"Everything alright?" I asked when a sad look crossed his face.
"Yeah but I'm afraid I won't be able to stay. Got some work to do. Really urgent."
"It's alright."
"Naw. I feel bad for leaving you here all alone."
"I'll be okay. Seriously," I assured him.
"Okay but promise me if someone bugs you or if something goes wrong you'll tell the bouncer or one of the security guards," he insisted with soft eyes.
Aww. He may sound like a manwhore but he was being real sweet right now.
"Promise."
With another charming smile and a sweet goodbye he was gone. I sighed as I met eyes with a waitress walking by.
"Cranberry martini please."
This was going to be a long night.